Fan Art and Fan Fiction
This is the Fan Art and Fan Fiction area of my site. Here, I am able to post the pictures and stories you have made for the site. Like on the front page, that is a background story for the site. You can make up stories about the site, and much more. Be creative. Here are the things you will need to submit your stories or pictures.
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You can also submit your site. All you need to do is give me...
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At some times, we may be very busy and it will take a while until you see your site, picture, or story up.
For our first stories, I have posted up a couple of mine. One is a muder mystery that still needs some editing. It involves our very own Gaby, Me, Halia, Gorindor, and last but not least, ALyssa Pagan, who doesn't really visit the site that often. But still! :)
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Name: The Case of The Midnight Death
Genre: Mystery
By: Brady O'Neill
The Case of The Midnight Death
By: Brady O'Neill
Young Halia Dreamlight walked down the long cold halls of Stornhold, a private school. She was in her nightgown and tightened the small coat she wore over it. The candle she had in her hand, and the torches along the walls were her only source of light. She was looking for a boy she knew, Gorindor Frioan. She needed to talk to him, and was passing the Great Hall, their dining area. There was a cup on one of the tables. She called out silently, when suddenly, she heard a low whoosh, as if someone was near her. She went inside the Great Hall, looking around for anyone suspicious, but saw no one. The shadow along the wall crept nearer, but Halia was unaware of it. Then, before Halia knew it, she was struck in the head with a very large sword. Without a sound, she fell to the ground, cold and dead. The time, was Midnight.
Headmaster Gryth Stornhold stood over Halia’s cold body. Blood seeped the floor of the Great Hall.
“It quite a shame. She was a very good person you know. Always following rules, and never did any harm. Who in the world would want to kill her?” He said, looking up at Deputy Headmistress Luna.
“Beats me. Should I bring in the suspects Gryth?” She said, looking at him dreadfully.
“No, please bring them into my office. I will talk to them all separately there.” He replied, walking off to his private office.
Three people were brought into the room. Alyssa Pagan, a good friend of Halia Dreamlight. She took sword fighting with her, and was always by her side. Gorindor Frioan. Ex-Boyfriend, and took sword fighting with her. Gabriella Gritoran. Good friend and took sword with Halia. The first to be interrogated was Alyssa.
“Alyssa, you say you had a good relationship with Halia?” Gryth asked her, looking down from his desk.
“Yes. Me and her were very good friends. Although, sometimes, she Did get on my nerves. Not so as much as I would KILL her. That’s crazy.”
“Tell me more about you and her.”
“Well, we’ve been friends since the beginning on the year, and took Sword Fighting Class with eachother. It’s always fun being around when she’s not a runamouth. She’s always talking and stuff, and it gets kind of annoying. Once, I yelled at her for it, but I didn’t mean anything.” Her eyes drifted away from Gryth’s gaze.
“Tell me, did you see her last night?”
“Yes I did. I saw her in the hallways, near the Great Hall. I was in the middle of a late sword fighting class. It was the only time I could practice, seeing as I was always busy the rest of the day.” Gryth looked at her for a moment, raising an eyebrow.
“Was there anyone else in the room with you?”
“Well, Gabriella was in the classroom, but them she went to go get something to drink, and then go to the bathroom.”
“Send in Gorindor.” He said, looking past her, at the door.
“Gorindor. You say you were in a past relationship with Halia?”
“Yes sir. We broke up a couple of days ago. She was still holding onto me, and it was getting annoying. I wanted nothing to do with her anymore, but she just wouldn’t let go. I was beginning to grow away from her. She was coming to meet me last night, and I was going to stop her, to tell her to go back to sleep and leave me alone, but when I got there she was already dead.”
“That will be all Gorin. You may leave now, and send in Gabriella.”
“So Gabriella. Were you a good friend of Halia’s?” He asked, looking at her sternly.
“Yes. I was a very good friend. She always came to me for help, and it’s so sad that someone would kill her. Especially with a sword. How horrible.”
“Gabriella, tell me more about yourself, and you and Halia.”
“Well, I take sword fighting lessons with her, and I was recently touching up on my sword fighting for the upcoming contest. I like reading Edgar Allen Poe, and I admire him deeply. I was in a late night class with Alyssa last night, and then I went to go to the bathroom. Alyssa and I were touching up on our sword fighting skills. Oh yeah, and I also take ninja classes just for fun, I just love sneaking around.”
“That’s enough Ms. Gritoran. Enough to get you expelled for killing Halia Dreamlight. And I’m sure your parents won’t like that either.
The End
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Our next one is a picture of your headmaster. Here he is. He doesn't have pointy ears cuz I didn't quite know how to get them in there right. Heh heh...
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Next, we have a story about the life of how Gorindor lived. It's only the first chapter, so don't get pissy about what happens next. I haven't quite been able to finish then entire thing.
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The Elf of Mordrian
A Story About an Elf
By: Brady O’Neill
Mordrian
Long ago, in a land unknown by any mortal man, women, or child, there lived a land filled with myths, and legend. A land of wonder, and excitement. This… Is Mordrian, land of the High Elves…
The Elves of Mordrian were not normal. They shared their opinions, and changed their appearance, to fool others. They hid in the shadows of the world, hoping never to speak of each other again. Why has this happened? My story has made an incredible impact on the world. It separated the Elves and Men, once again. But this time, they would never return to peace, not after what happened. I am Gorindor Frioan Stornhold IX. And this…. Is my story…
I was born on March 22, 904, in Mordrian. I was in the hospital, for many weeks, being studied on. They discovered that I was the most powerful of all Elves. My blood went all the way to the time before Jesus. My blood was one of the first elves of the world. The blood and cells had evolved, causing a monstrous reaction. People were worried that I may die young. Everything of an Elf, increased. My Happiness, my skills, my magic, and worst of all, my depression increased the most out of all of them. An Elf is filled with MUCH sadness, and happiness. Unfortunately, Sadness is the only thing that can kill an Elf, and I had the most of it.
I grew up learning all of the magic of Elves, and the skill of Archery. My skills began to emerge even larger, and I got bored with the original ways. My father enrolled me into a mortal school. It took a while for me to fit in with the rest of them, but I made many friends all the same. During the seven years I was away, my father began to build the school he so wished to make when I was born. His Elven teachings were incredible. Many people wished to learn the magic of Stornhold. My father built Stornhold when I was 11. It took MANY years to make, seeing as it was built high above Mordrian, on Mt. Serd`ian, it was the LARGEST school in the world. Plus, the other events that took place.
BR>When I was visiting my father during my 7th year of school, I had gone into a storage room, looking for some books. I noticed a Crystal Ball sitting out of its box, so I looked into it. I saw my family, and all my friends. Since I was miles away from home, on the top of Mt. Serd`ian. I couldn’t return to the city, for the winds would certainly knock me off the mountain. I then saw something else. A man in a black cloak. I sensed evil, and it grew inside my head. Something so evil was approaching, until it was there. It wasn’t Elf, but it was certainly powerful. Before I knew it, the thing was gone, but it left a scar upon the entire city. When I focused on my family again, they were gone. All of them, including my friends. He had destroyed my family’s home faster than I had ever seen. The whole section of my home was destroyed. I took my father to see it, but he didn’t believe it. He denied it, but I only cried myself to sleep, ever night.
Two weeks after I had looked into the Crystal ball, we received a notice saying that our family was killed. My father and I were furious with the King, for he had let this creature in, and we had to find some way to get down the mountain. We worked for weeks, to build a machine to get us down the mountain. We called it the Silver Bullet. 70 Cars that would get up and down the 10645 ft. mountain. When we went to the bottom of the mountain, my father faced the King, with the most terrifying face I had ever seen. I was now 190, and in all my years, had never seen anything like this. My father had his hand outstretched, and the King was in his power. Though it seemed he had control, as if by instant, my powers ignited and I was suddenly in control. The guards approaching my father had retreated, knowing my power, and the horror in the King’s eyes was so terrible, it was as if he was about to faint. My father had been pushed away, and my voice was terrible. My father looked at me in horror, noticing my voice, my powers, and my eyes. Something in my eyes had made him wonder then, and I never figured it out, until MANY years later. I still remember the words I said to the horrible man…
“You killed my family! You let that thing in, and I blame YOU for killing my family!!!”
“You still have your father BOY!”
“How dare you! My father is enough to keep me alive for only a little while. Do you not understand the sorrow that will soon take place? Seeing my family die in front of me, is the worst fate ever to be known!!!”
“Hmhmhmhmhm. Wrong boy. The worst fate, is to die in the hands of evil.”
“And so you shall!”
I finally let go of my power, fainting afterwards. King Mordrian was taken to The Meeting of The Elves, and was excommunicated from Mordrian. My father was elected King, and he was able to continue with the building of the school, in peace. My sorrow was growing, and I was becoming very sick, and lonely, though my father was still there. Then, for days, I sat in my room, looking at the floor, without blinking, without moving, without saying a thing. Then, my father found one way to cure me. There was an 8th year of school for Mortals, and I was to be sent to visit my friends for the last year, until my time had ended. They introduced me to the world again, though I did not see, nor feel it. Nay, I did not see it at all. Then, the monster inside of me was unleashed. His name was Magus. The opposite of an Elf, the opposite of a kind person. This, was evil…
Magus had taken over my body, and I could not control it for the first time. I couldn’t talk to my friends, and I could not hear them. I could only see them from the inside, out. He ruled over the school, and killed many. Their bodies lay dead in the halls. Blood covered the walls. Children 11 and older had been killed, and this was just the beginning. I watched as my friends were killed, until Magus just sat in a blood stained room, with his sickle in his hand. I fought with him for many Hours, until I unleashed my power. I had been released from his body, and my pushed him into a black pool. It was a rarely known Elven spell that sealed the foe into a gate of no return, and was forced to feel, hear, and see good things. I was finally freed of this burden, and would never feel such pain and sadness ever again. My friends… I saw lying on thje ground, eyes open, but cold, and dead. I remember little of this time, because it took all of my strength to heal them. Their scars were not only on the inside, but on the outside as well. I healed them all, bringing them back to the light. They thanked me, and I said to them:
“Evil would not prevail, and I would not die in evil’s hands. Friendship was the only thing that kep me alive. When I saw you all die for me, I was building power, anger, and fear. When it was released, you were there for me, though not in body, but in heart. And that’s what killed Magus. Friendship is the most wonderful thing. Cherish it my friends, and hold it tight…” Afterwards, I was gone. Like an Angel…
I traveled far and wide to find the Princes and Princess’ of the Elven Kingdoms. Long, we had been together, sharing adventure’s stories, and horrible times. When they heard my story, they wished to join me, in the search for this powerful Evil.
I returned to the now fully restored Mordrian, with my friends, Izzy, Halia, Baron, Ella, and Michael. This was my group. The group that would help me save Mordrian, the Mortals, and the Elves. They were from the 5 different Elven Kingdoms. Wood Elf, Glory Elf, Water Elf, Fire Elf, and Heaven Elf. I was from the High Elves. This is my story. The story, about an Elf, and his foolish dream to save the world from evil…
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Yeah yeah, I know, I write WAY too much, but what can I say? IT'S SO MUCH FUN WRITING STORIES OF MY OWN! I think one day, I'm gonna try and publish a book I make. That would be SO much fun. So go out there, write a story or something, and send it to me, so I can share it with the world!!!! Well, not exactly the world, but still, I can share it with SOMEONE.
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